I feel like I’m consistently having to explain myself to you.
When you tell me that you know full well I was pushed to leave that day – I thought wow. He finally understands..
He finally understands HE pushed me to leave. He finally understands that you can’t tell a woman you don’t love her continuously, that you don’t wanna be with her, that you want her gone and expect her to sit tight and wait for you to calm down.
I left you because you didn’t want me. If you find it easier to blame me, or blame other people then that’s fine. But it’s not the truth. Don’t trust what other people tell you – when I’m here telling you exactly how I feel.
I am not angry, I am not bitter, I blame no one.
I’m hurt, tired, and I admit defeat.
I don’t want no negativity, no hate, no blame.
I really thought I could bring the life out of you, not in general but for myself. See the personality I once fell for. Just to be satisfied that this situation didn’t break you, it didn’t change you.
You chose to move on first.. you chose to let me go first.
You should be happy.
But now… you just bring me down. About how bad things ended, about how it could’ve been better.
And you’re doing it to yourself…
It didn’t have to be like this… you’re gonna cause so much bitterness and negativity around you.
But in regards to contacting you – that was a super bad mistake. I should never have done it.
You haven’t changed…